Throwing out clothes I’ve carried about me all of my (independent) life. Shabby, sad clothes that remind me– make me feel again– all the pains of a hurt, damaged gawky homosexual– fighting for survival– of sorts. Last night I got my hair wet in the bathtub and I combed it all straight back– a real greasy slicked back head. All those years with my hair short did I think it would make me look like– be accepted as– and therefore
June 9th, 1973
June 9th, 1973
June 9th, 1973
Throwing out clothes I’ve carried about me all of my (independent) life. Shabby, sad clothes that remind me– make me feel again– all the pains of a hurt, damaged gawky homosexual– fighting for survival– of sorts. Last night I got my hair wet in the bathtub and I combed it all straight back– a real greasy slicked back head. All those years with my hair short did I think it would make me look like– be accepted as– and therefore